One of the first things we were taught as children is not to judge someone by their appearance. We learn that the way someone looks does not define them. But it seems that tattoos are the exception.

According to Pew Research, more than 40 percent of adults between the ages of 18 and 29 have at least one tattoo. So why are they still surrounded with a stigma of trashiness for so many?

I have wanted a tattoo for almost three years now. My mom, my brother and I have planned exactly what we wanted and thought about them each diligently. I was only 15 when we thought of the idea but I knew they were meaningful and important.

My brother and I decided on matching paint brushes to remember our simpler times of playing tattoo parlor with brushes and water in our living room. It is one of my most vivid childhood memories, and I love that it is so symbolic for a tattoo.

The one I had planned with my mom was even simpler. Every note tucked away in my lunch box or even reminding me of things on the counter have been signed with “xoxo.” I’ve seen it everywhere for my entire life and each time I read it I remember that she will always love me. I wanted “xoxo” in her handwriting and she wanted it in mine.

A few weeks ago, we finally did it and each got two small tattoos.

I was so excited, but I felt this sense of shame showing my friends parents and family members. I didn’t want them to judge me for a choice I felt so comfortable with. I loved the tattoos.

When I got the tattoos, my mom warned me that I was running a risk putting the paintbrush on my forearm where it was visible. I know why she warned me but I wish she didn’t have to.

In today’s professional world there have been many positive changes in the way businesses view appearances. Many large companies have become much more casual in attire, office setting and requirements. But it seems like visible tattoos are still so controversial.

I don’t think that everyone should be required to support tattoos or want them for themselves, but I don’t understand why my character or ability to succeed in my career is judged by the markings on my skin. Whether my arm is tattoo free or covered in a sleeve, my ability to someday pitch a sale or defend a client is the same.

The art that I decide to put on my body should not decide how successful I am. If only we could think back to those very first lessons on judgment maybe we could all be a little more accepting.